O wondrous constellation of human fault
stretched thin upon the sky
O bitter canvas that sings to me
the truth of mortal songs
see there,
the blinding one
the swirling, changing monster
I call rage.
and you,
little treachery
my darling child of light
and cruel caress.
come, let me devour
skies of thorns
and stifle them beneath.
let me conceal this truth
within the depths
'til soon it will
devour me instead
